In a world divided by power and ancient rivalries, five great continents stood under the rule of different races. For centuries they had fought, forged alliances, broken them, and fought again. Peace existed only in fragile moments between wars.
Among these lands was the human continent known as Madi, ruled by a powerful king named Alf.
King Alf possessed immense wealth, a formidable army, and authority that stretched across his kingdom. Yet despite all the power he held, there was one thing he could never escape.
Fear.
Years ago, a wandering sage had arrived at the royal palace. The old man's eyes were clouded with age, yet they seemed to see far beyond the present.
Before the entire royal court, the sage delivered a prophecy.
"You will not fall to an enemy king, nor to a foreign army," the sage had said calmly. "Your end will come from your own blood. One of your children will kill you… and that same child will unite the five continents under a single rule."
Those words never left King Alf's mind.
Though he loved his children, the prophecy slowly poisoned his thoughts. Every smile from them carried a shadow of doubt. Every moment of pride was followed by a whisper of fear.
The world itself was not peaceful enough for such prophecies.
Three of the continents had signed a fragile treaty to maintain balance. But the other two lands — Yajooj and Majooj — were ruled by the powerful races of Jinn and Angels. Their ambitions were clear: domination over the entire world.
They constantly sought ways to weaken the treaty nations and spark chaos.
The other two continents were Kara, ruled by the elegant and ancient race of Elves, and Tami, homeland of the proud and powerful Dragonkin.
Beyond these major races existed many others who were often treated as lesser beings. The Dwarves, masters of blacksmithing and craftsmanship. The mysterious Dark Elves, believed by Elves to have been corrupted by nature itself. The Half-breeds, born from the mixing of different races. And the Beastkin, fierce and aggressive warriors who were often feared by humans and dragons alike.
But in this world, race alone did not determine power.
Every person born into this world possessed talent — a supernatural ability that allowed them to harness unique powers. These talents usually manifested when a child reached the age of five.
A person could possess no more than three talents, each divided into various subcategories.
These talents shaped society itself. Warriors, healers, scholars, craftsmen — every profession was determined by the abilities one awakened.
Within the royal palace of Madi, talent was expected.
After all, the royal bloodline was considered one of the strongest in the world.
King Alf had three wives, each from different races. Their marriages were not purely matters of love but were forged as part of political treaties meant to strengthen alliances between continents.
His first wife was Leila, a human woman known for her arrogance and pride.
His second wife was Shea, an Elf whose intelligence and cunning often made the palace servants uneasy.
His third wife was Mary, a Dragonkin.
Mary was over five hundred years old, as most Dragonkin lived long lives. She was strong, righteous, and deeply respected by the soldiers of the kingdom.
She was also the one King Alf loved the most.
But love in royal families often created enemies.
The three queens were far from friendly with one another. Each knew that the future king would come from one of their children.
And none of them intended to lose.
Leila had two sons.
The eldest prince Derek, who was already fifteen, and the third prince Jaret, who was seven.
Shea had one son — Joey, a twelve-year-old hybrid born from both human and elven blood.
Mary had two children.
Her daughter Eliza, a ten-year-old hybrid.
And her youngest child…
Nox.
Seven years old.
A hybrid born from both Human and Dragonkin blood.
Unfortunately, Nox was not treated like a prince.
While the other royal children displayed exceptional talents at the age of five, Nox had shown nothing.
No talent.
No ability.
No power.
Within the palace halls, whispers spread quickly.
"A useless prince."
"A defective hybrid."
"Even common children awaken their talents."
His stepbrothers mocked him openly.
One afternoon in the royal training courtyard, Derek and Joey stood watching the younger princes practice their abilities.
Jaret controlled small bursts of wind, sending leaves swirling around him. Eliza could manipulate heat in the air, creating faint waves of shimmering energy.
But Nox sat quietly on a stone bench nearby.
Watching.
Waiting.
"Still nothing?" Derek asked with a mocking smile.
Nox looked down at the ground and said nothing.
Joey crossed his arms.
"You're already seven," he said coldly. "Even peasants awaken their talents by now."
Derek laughed.
"Maybe he doesn't have one."
The two older boys walked away, still laughing.
Eliza glanced back at her younger brother with concern, but the royal guards soon escorted her away for her next lesson.
Nox remained alone in the courtyard.
His small hands clenched into fists.
"I do have a talent," he whispered to himself.
"I just… haven't found it yet."
What no one in the palace knew was that Nox's fate had been decided long before he could even walk.
The night he was born, something extraordinary had happened.
The child had unknowingly stolen a rare ability.
Leila's elder brother — Scar, a powerful nobleman — had witnessed it.
Scar possessed the rare talent of Fire Manipulation.
But when Nox was born, Scar felt his power weaken… as if something had taken it from him.
Realization struck him quickly.
The newborn child had absorbed his talent.
Fearing what such an ability could mean — especially with the prophecy surrounding the king — Scar made a decision.
Under the cover of darkness, he cast a forbidden curse upon the infant.
A powerful seal.
The seal locked away Nox's talent, suppressing his abilities so completely that even the most skilled sages could not detect them.
"If this child never awakens his power," Scar whispered that night, "he will never claim the throne."
From that day forward, Nox grew up believing he was powerless.
But deep beneath the curse…
Something waited.
Something far more dangerous than anyone in the palace could imagine.